Memories.. (kokichi x reader)

friend? (pregame!)

Y/n pov

Hello there.. you might be wondering who I am I guess??..

I'm (y/n l/n).. just a normal teenager with nothing good in life..

There is nothing interesting about me.. I'm just that random kid in the back of the class.. just minding her own business..

But..

"Fuck off loser!"
"You are sooooooo weird!"
"Ugh your clothes are ugly!"
"Who the fuck do you think you are!?"

I get bullied.. every school I attended..

My parents always thought it wouldn't happen again.. once the schools are changed but..

The cycle repeats.. just like a story with no end..

The 'ugly silent bitch' or 'the fucking rat'.. any kinds of names that I got.. did I deserve that?..

I don't know anymore..

I didn't care either...

I had no hope.. this despair inducing cycle will never end..

Until..

"Hahaha that should teach you a lesson!" The girls who bullied me locked me in.. the door shutting with a loud bang and a click sound indicating no escape for me..
I was trapped in an art supply closet.. the room smelled like paint..
I didn't care.. besides.. it was comfortable..

I didn't have food.. water.. but it's fine even if I die here..

No one cares..

*Click*

"Ah!? Oh wait.. I thought you were a ghost.. phew.." I turned to see a purple haired boy.. he looked a lot skinny and a lot pale..
"The door was locked outside though.. wait were you trapped?!" He asked as he kept his books on the ground and came towards me to help
"Hey who locked you in? Are you oka-"
"I'm fine.. I'll leave now.. thanks" I said as I tried to get up but failed miserably by an injury on my knee..
"Ah.. you are injured?" He asked
"Don't take me to the nurse's office.. I'm fi-"
"No no.. I can take care of this.." he said as he rummaged into his bag and pulled out a med kit..
"You carry med kits?" I asked
"I mean.. I'm a clumsy guy" he said as he giggled and I stayed quiet observing him take out the medicine and slowly applying it on my knee

"So.. you are the transfer student if I'm right.. (y/n) (l/n) was it?" He asked
"How do yo-"
"We both are in the same class.. but you always look out of the window and do nothing.. I don't blame ya for not knowing me" he said
"(Kokichi oma) it is" he said reading my mind
"H-hello.." I said and (kokichi) smiled
"I suppose you aren't outspoken.. well hey we can be friends right?" He asked

A friend..? Wonder how long has it been since I've heard that word..

Can I trust him?...

"Well.. You don't have to answer that!" He said as he got up after finishing covering my injury and stuck out his hand..
"I'll just earn the title.. you'll see!" He said as he grinned..

Somehow..

"Let's see about that.. (kokichi).." I chuckled as I grabbed his hand and got up

I.. feel different..

I feel.. happy for some reason..

"See ya around (y/n)!" He said as he left me in the art supply room..